How Hard It Is, Sometimes,

A Man Can Believe A Considerable Deal Of Rubbish, And Yet Go About His Daily Work In A Rational And Cheerful Manner.

The True Cook Is The Perfect Blend, The Only Perfect Blend, Of Artist And Philosopher. He Knows His Worth: He Holds In His Palm The Happiness Of Mankind, The Welfare Of Generations Yet Unborn.

The Present Age, For All Its Cosmopolitan Hustle, Is Curiously Suburban In Spirit.

No One Can Expect A Majority To Be Stirred By Motives Other Than Ignoble.

The Pine Stays Green In Winter... Wisdom In Hardship.